Daily Archives: October 14, 2017

In the half empty cab of the bus an old man rooted in the corner is trying to fall asleep and this attempt becomes the content of his dream. Someone had forgotten a photo album on the front seat. The car searches out the road in lunges propelled along […]

Adapt a naturalist conceit in which the central image is avian. That’s something I can’t do. For years I took pictures before realizing I couldn’t see anything in color. Imagine a red kerchief caught among tree branches, indicating data about heat and place by its toss-away flight. That’s […]

(Helen Frankenthaler, 1963) Never not liquid its deep blues map an alter-Atlantic, an unseen idea of bay as unlike the actual body of water as water is like a body. When the teacher pulled down her scrolled-up map of the world, no one mistook its blue […]

(Agnes Martin “The Rose”) is the work of turning of turning field to field as in spring the winter rye is turned its interwoven underside made legible or as when in summer the flax is turned from straw back to billow the fibers dam-rett and knife-broke scutched […]

In Kansas, I hold the baby to my chest in the hallway of a crappy motel. The tornado sirens are loud or soft depending on the wind. It’s been a long winter, but I’m beginning to brighten, says my mom, And we’ve emptied one of our three […]

To think of the world as a series of doors, to consider not walking through. Everything covered in a succulent mist, a cloud of droplets through which to peer and be. With a boat she could wait & watch some very big sky as if pouring over, observing […]

Inside her dress, an envelope. Inside her dress, disembodied [ ]. Stitching of her girlish traces, maw-soaked daydreams—we could call it shadow-play, a bowl of wishbones, fish skeletons, or everything you need to unwind those lines. Inside her dress: embodied prescriptions. She was trying to say somewhere here while […]

The constitution is pretty clear beyond the emissions test: follow the reports of who’s best in show and who’s a late-night comic’s nightmare. She revealed certain generational rifts among women, sounding out a musical message tapped out on toddler’s chimes. Bringing the courts back down to earth was […]

Alternately dazzling, oppressive and nuts, getting rid of Rita made life hunky-dory. It mostly came down to that great problem of fatalism, how people are so familiar with it. Her story made sense to first-time viewers; no one was thrown. The bet seemed to be: keep looking, and […]

Uncle Leyb’s nose looked almost like a fleshy potato, red-blue against his pale, still face, which appeared practically unwrinkled from a distance. Maybe there were wrinkles, even quite a few, but they were hidden beneath a few days of thick and yellow-grey stubble. Berl the Barber, ever the rational […]